Chapter 1572: Encountering Sister Feihong by Chance

Dong Chenxi and Zhao Fusheng, having reached this point in their conversation, naturally proceeded to discuss the companies in which Future Investment held shares.

"The others are fine, but SF Express..."

Hesitating, Dong Chenxi still said to Zhao Fusheng, "Some of Wang Wei's decisions, I think, are debatable."

In her view, Wang Wei's ambition was too great. In recent years, the domestic express delivery industry had been growing rapidly, but Wang Wei's rapid expansion made Dong Chenxi quite worried. If something went wrong, it could affect the whole situation.

"Don't worry about him."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Let Wang Wei handle SF Express. You can negotiate with him. If he's willing, we can appropriately reduce our shares, but not below fifteen percent, understand?"

Dong Chenxi was momentarily stunned, then understood and said with a smile, "Got it."

In her impression, Zhao Fusheng had expectations for all the projects Future Investment was involved in.

The lower the market value, the more shares he held, roughly around fifteen percent.

And for those with higher market value, Zhao Fusheng would keep the shares at a moderate number, such as ten percent.

Obviously, in Zhao Fusheng's estimation, SF Express's market value, while considerable, was not as exaggerated as some thought.

After chatting for a while, Zhao Fusheng left the company; he had other things to do today.

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Sitting in the car, Zhao Fusheng picked up a newspaper and began to read.

"Chairman, where to?"

Hu Donghai, sitting in the passenger seat, asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "To Future Film."

"Okay."

Though a bit puzzled, Hu Donghai nodded in agreement and told the driver to start the car.

Zhao Fusheng was going to Future Film merely to review a few documents and take a stroll.

Ye Jing was not in the capital, so the company occasionally needed a senior leader to show up.

For the chairman's personal visit, the middle management at Future Film naturally attached great importance to it. Several vice presidents accompanied Zhao Fusheng on a tour of the company and reported on its recent situation.

Zhao Fusheng listened to their reports, gave a few casual instructions, and said little else.

When someone suggested that he personally write a few interludes for the films and TV series, Zhao Fusheng flatly refused.

To be honest, when the suggestion was first made, Zhao Fusheng did recall some songs from his memory, but soon he found that his memory was becoming increasingly vague.

Some parts were even blurry. Zhao Fusheng felt he could no longer remember them clearly.

That was the reason he had given up writing scripts and songs.

For example, given his current status and position, how could he have the time to create so many mature works?

Don't take others for fools; those who do are the real idiots.

As the saying goes in numerology: 'When virtue is not commensurate with position, disaster is sure to follow.'

Zhao Fusheng knew well that the things in his mind were his most precious assets, but only on the condition that they did not affect his life.

If they were to cause him trouble, he would rather they never surfaced.

"Fusheng?"

Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to leave, he happened to encounter a group of people at the door, led by none other than Yu Feihong.

"Sister!"

Seeing Sister Feihong, Zhao Fusheng chuckled and walked toward her, saying, "What brings you to the company?"

Although she was undoubtedly the top star at Future Film, Yu Feihong rarely came to the company these days. In recent years, she had taken on few roles—either cameo appearances or commercial events—and spent the rest of her time on the charity foundation.

Back then, according to Zhao Fusheng's plan, Sister Feihong's charity foundation had already attracted a large number of members and had done a great deal of good.

"I'm here to discuss something with someone."

Yu Feihong looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked curiously, "Aren't you supposed to be in the US? I was thinking just yesterday that I'd go see the baby and the little girl tonight."

Ever since Fan Baobao gave birth, Sister Feihong would often drop by Zhao Fusheng's place to see the child. Both Fan Baobao and Zhao Fusheng had gotten used to it.

They secretly thought it was because the sister had been single for too long that she loved children so much.

Of course, those around Yu Feihong were somewhat curious about her love life, but no one had any intention of interfering.

There are two kinds of regret in love: one is that you once loved so hard, only to find that person wasn't worth it. The other is that you didn't love well enough, and only after losing did you realize that person was truly worth loving.

No one knew what kind of person Yu Feihong had met or what kind of life she had experienced, but everyone understood that as friends, silently wishing her well was enough.

"The matters over there have been handled," Zhao Fusheng explained with a smile. "Ye Jing is keeping an eye on things there; I came back to deal with domestic affairs."

"Oh, oh."

Yu Feihong nodded. She actually didn't know much about Zhao Fusheng's business matters. After all, although the two were very good friends, she wouldn't deliberately inquire about such things.

"How long will your talk take?"

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and asked Yu Feihong.

Yu Feihong smiled: "It'll be over soon. What, are you going to treat me to dinner?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Alright, I'll wait for you in the office."

Yu Feihong said nothing more and went upstairs with her people.

Little did she know, the group following behind her were all wide-eyed and secretly astonished.

"Is that the man?"

"Of course, didn't you hear Miss Yu call his name?"

"Wow! I heard his net worth is over ten billion, right?"

"Not sure, but just his physical assets alone seem to be several billion."

"The key is that he's young!"

The group whispered behind Yu Feihong, careful to control their volume so she wouldn't hear them up ahead.

In fact, the relationship between Zhao Fusheng and Yu Feihong had long been speculated about in the circle.

Everyone knew they called each other brother and sister, but in the entertainment industry, terms like brother-sister, sibling, or godfather-goddaughter easily led to wild speculation.

Especially since one was powerful and wealthy, and the other had been single for years and was as beautiful as a flower—such a combination made many people secretly ponder.

However, later, as Zhao Fusheng's relationship with Fan Baobao was exposed in the circle, and news spread that Yu Feihong herself had a good relationship with Fan Baobao, such gossip diminished considerably.

Gradually, everyone came to know that Zhao Fusheng's bond with Yu Feihong and Jiang Wen was truly strong.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing.

Today, seeing Yu Feihong and Zhao Fusheng standing together, chatting so casually, and even Zhao Fusheng canceling his remaining schedule to wait for her to eat—this forced people to reconsider their relationship.

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Zhao Fusheng naturally didn't know that his appearance had made Yu Feihong's negotiations go much more smoothly. He waited in the lounge for a while, and then Yu Feihong called him.

"Have you lost weight?"

Sitting in the car, Yu Feihong asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Have I?"

"Of course."

Yu Feihong furrowed her delicate brows slightly and nodded: "Don't just focus on making money; your health is the most important."

Hearing her words, Zhao Fusheng shrugged and wisely admitted defeat.

There was no help for it—when Sister Feihong started her nagging mode, she was basically invincible. When Fan Baobao was in confinement, she had been nagged quite a bit, and even now she still looked terrified when mentioning it.

"You!"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng fall silent, Yu Feihong said a few more words and then stopped. She said to Zhao Fusheng, "How about I treat you to Western food later, big boss?"

"Western food?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then shook his head: "I think we'd better forget it. You know I don't like that stuff."

Pausing, Zhao Fusheng pursed his lips: "I'm just not suited for that atmosphere."

He was telling the truth. He had never been fond of Western food like steak; he felt it was more comfortable to find a street-side stall and have some skewers.

Helplessly glaring at this guy, Yu Feihong felt that communicating with him was a complete waste of time.

"Less nonsense! Objection overruled!"

Sister Feihong wasted no words and directly glared.

Zhao Fusheng immediately fell silent.